Dreamers Rise

Thomas De Quincey: Of this at least, I feel assured, that there is no such thing as forgetting possible to the mind; a thousand accidents m...

I came to this book by way of Coleridge and Wordsworth, both of whom are profiled, usefully if somewhat eccentrically, in its pages, but sta...

William Wordsworth: ... once in the stillness of a summer's noon, While I was seated in a rocky cave By the sea-side, perusing, so ...

Thomas De Quincey: Mr. Poole propounded the following question to me, which I mention because it furnished me with the first hint of a singu...

Richard Holmes: Coleridge continuously haunts De Quincey's pages, as a sort of battered Virgilian guide to the opium Inferno. Co...